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"Pst Cyrinda... babe wake up" He spoke up in soft voice and lightly shook her awake. She woke up, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the clock. It was 8am and she hadn't gotten much sleep after what happened last night
"Ok, you've woken me up. What is it that you want?" She asked and looked at him.
"You cheater!" He yelled loud enough to make her jump.
"What the hell?" She glared.
"Who was here last night?"
"Nobody!"
"Really? When I was walking up the stairs last night, I saw a man dressed in complete black, running down the stairs trying to buckle his belt!"
She froze. There's no way she's telling him what happened the night before.
"He was probably one of our neighbors new boyfriend. You know how she is, always has to have a new boyfriend each week."
"Why would he be dressed in black?"
"I don't know!"
"Cheater." She heard him say under his breath.
She wanted to tell him what happened, but couldn't find the courage to.
"You know what? I would never cheat on you. You know that... Oh god you are just..." She let out a frustrated yell.
"Say it come on..." Joe smirked.
"YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! SOMETIMES! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M STILL WITH YOU!" She stormed out of the room and went outside on the balcony. He followed after her.
"What are you going to do next, huh? Jump off? Go ahead, be my guest. You make me sick to the pit of my fucking stomach!"
She covered her face with her hands and began sobbing.
"Oh yeah, keep on crying you pussy!"
"Who are you?!" She pushed him and walked back inside. He stood there with the smirk still on his face until he realized what he said.
"Baby, I'm sorry!" He walked back towards the hallway. He saw her walk out of the bedroom, dressed up.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Somewhere." She answered back.
"Visiting your b-" Joe said but was interrupted.
"No, asshole" She slapped him. She grabbed her purse and keys and walked out the door.
Cyrinda's POV
I sat in the car, crying. The radio was on, but I set the volume down to probably 5. I parked the car in front of the police station. I had to report it, I never felt so violated. What if he found out and comes back to kill me? No, I have to do this. I want this creep arrested. Wait, what if he breaks out? I am losing my fucking mind! I need a cigarette or something. I sat in the car for a couple of seconds, until I finally made my decision.
"Ok, you've woken me up. What is it that you want?" She asked and looked at him.
"You cheater!" He yelled loud enough to make her jump.
"What the hell?" She glared.
"Who was here last night?"
"Nobody!"
"Really? When I was walking up the stairs last night, I saw a man dressed in complete black, running down the stairs trying to buckle his belt!"
She froze. There's no way she's telling him what happened the night before.
"He was probably one of our neighbors new boyfriend. You know how she is, always has to have a new boyfriend each week."
"Why would he be dressed in black?"
"I don't know!"
"Cheater." She heard him say under his breath.
She wanted to tell him what happened, but couldn't find the courage to.
"You know what? I would never cheat on you. You know that... Oh god you are just..." She let out a frustrated yell.
"Say it come on..." Joe smirked.
"YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! SOMETIMES! I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M STILL WITH YOU!" She stormed out of the room and went outside on the balcony. He followed after her.
"What are you going to do next, huh? Jump off? Go ahead, be my guest. You make me sick to the pit of my fucking stomach!"
She covered her face with her hands and began sobbing.
"Oh yeah, keep on crying you pussy!"
"Who are you?!" She pushed him and walked back inside. He stood there with the smirk still on his face until he realized what he said.
"Baby, I'm sorry!" He walked back towards the hallway. He saw her walk out of the bedroom, dressed up.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Somewhere." She answered back.
"Visiting your b-" Joe said but was interrupted.
"No, asshole" She slapped him. She grabbed her purse and keys and walked out the door.
Cyrinda's POV
I sat in the car, crying. The radio was on, but I set the volume down to probably 5. I parked the car in front of the police station. I had to report it, I never felt so violated. What if he found out and comes back to kill me? No, I have to do this. I want this creep arrested. Wait, what if he breaks out? I am losing my fucking mind! I need a cigarette or something. I sat in the car for a couple of seconds, until I finally made my decision.
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